Falling In Love With the Women Who Taught Me Not To Be Nice

It took me nearly two decades to unlearn the lie we women have been told: that our propriety is the only thing that matters.

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To Hell With Composure

Composure is what is leant upon when one understands that the world has no place for someone who is falling apart, quietly or in all manners of slovenliness.

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Entertainment and Voyeurism: Our Obsession with True Crime, and the Lines We're Eager to Blur

These tragedies are dragged out, rehashed like a piece of meat that remains juicy and delicious, no matter how long we’ve been chewing it.

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Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix Was The Therapist I Needed as a Child

I found more solace and understanding in the pages of these books than I did looking up at people who didn’t always get me, or want to deal with me — understandably. 

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Closing the Gap that Nearly Pulled Me Apart

I became fixated on achieving a gap between my thighs, the way one would become infatuated with the idea of dying their hair a wild color. That it was a destructive ideal to aspire to did not once cross my mind.

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A Year of Saying Yes, A Year of Saying No

I have finally understood that I don’t need to justify myself to people: I am simply finding different ways of saying ‘yes’ to myself, by saying ‘no’ to others. 

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